Halloween 2025 - Day 27

Cael: You won't get a red dime out of me!

Wartlock: But that's how the the mysticism of capitalism goes. Quid pro quo, you know...

Cael: Fine! Do you take whatever coin this is? I think it's German.

Wartlock: All that glimmers is gold. We'll take it.

Wartlock: With pleasantries out of the way, pick a card. Any card.

Cael: Is this a fortune or a magic trick.

Wartlock: Haha, why would you ask that?

Cael: I'll grab the one on top.

Wartlock: Oh, bad choice. You're destined to marry a wine-mom and watch Agatha All Along on repeat.

Cael: A pox on you!

Wartlock: This is on you, though. The cards were facing your direction the whole time. Tut tut.

Cael: I can't say the rest were much better. What's this one mean? I'll end up rooming with Big Pumpy next season?

Wartlock: Shush. These are sacred trade secrets. Keep your voice down.

Cael: I call foul. They're all just pumpkin people.

Wartlock: No, this one means your life is a joke.

Cael: Begone, and I want a full refund.

Wartlock: I see the future, and there is an empty wallet in it for you.

Tee-hee